I feel that in this blog for the last three seasons, I've always been honest with you. So I will be honest now: News of the trade felt like a blow to the stomach. I love the guys on the Giants. I have loved playing in front of the fans in San Francisco.

The way I found out is a sign of the speed-of-light information superhighway. We were landing in Denver last night and Travis Ishikawa asked me something like, "Do you know what happened?''

"No, what happened?'' I asked, but he didn't answer.

Then Freddy Sanchez sat down next to me, "Hey, are you OK?''

"Yeah, what's going on?''

"Are you going to be OK? I'm sorry, man. I'm so sorry,'' he said.

I still didn't know what he was talking about.

Then Pat Burrell says, "It's been an honor playing with you. You're a class act.''

I guess everyone had seen it on the internet or had received messages about it. I turned on my phone and there was a text from Jamie: "We're off to Texas.''

I thought, "What the heck?''

When I reached Jamie on the phone, she told me it was all over the news: I had been traded for a relief pitcher and a player to be named later.

Pretty class move by Brian Sabean and his team, kicking Molina to the curb so Buster Posey could ascend to the throne. Hey, as a Dodger fan, we're not complaining; Posey is 2-for-9 lifetime against us with 5 Ks.

[And on a separate note, how awesome is it that Molina uses the term "information superhighway"? I haven't heard that term since the late 1990s. Molina must be hanging out with Al Gore.]

But I'm trying to validate the rumor that the Giants' front office hadn't contacted Molina personally, because they were too busy singing along with this video: "Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you." (Love that hair, too.)